My brother: "I smell something offensive to the nostrils of the human race."
the giant tortoise
This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.
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About Me
- Name: A Vibrant Petal
- Location: United States
She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.
- I'm so strange. I catagorize my clothes when I fol...
- Life is beautiful.
- What are you thinking at THIS very second?
- I finally get some money, and decide to buy a cd. ...
- You know it. The muffled breath of a dulled lead ...
- Icecream tastes about ten times better when eaten ...
- Today is the most beautiful day. Something I need...
- He quietly studied his shoes, then asked, "Charisa...
- My brother and I preformed a song this morning at ...
- We went cherry picking yesterday. Now, all winter ...
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